Celluloid : the film to-day (1931)

Record Details:

Title:
Celluloid : the film to-day
Date:
1931
Publisher:
London : Longmans, Green and Co.
Volume:
Celluloid : the film to-day
Leaf #:
000263
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 21, 2024
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